Occasionally, I have a dream about an extra, abandoned room in my house that doesn’t really exist. It’s a cold, dank, dimly lit space with good possibilities. Every time I dream about this room, I’m so shocked that I keep forgetting about it, especially when I need the extra space. I start coming up with new plans and ideas. Looking around, I see things that I started from the last dream are still there waiting for me to finish.
Category Archives: DeAnna Brandon
From Pain to Poetry
A twinge in your heart,
A tear your eye,
An unexpected goodbye,